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yeah smash on the radio; bet i penned it
britney break me off; ooh toy soldier
i'm out the door it's automatic simple babe
i'm like a fire bottle bustin' in your face
so tired of you being up in my space
how much more can i take
i'm tired of private drivers
need a general that ain't weak
when i shut the door leavin' with my bags
hit the scene in my new wagon
bet he gonna wish he knew
the type of fun that i'm gettin' into
peek-a-boo, he good
doin' things you wish you could
he's not talkin', he's just walkin'
like 'em city boys from new york
this time i need a soldier
a really bad ass soldier
that knows how to take, take care of me
i'm so damn glad that's over
this time i need a soldier
i'm sick of toy soldiers
a boy that knows how to take care of me
won't be just comin' over
i don't want no more; toy soldiers
i'm simply sick and tired of those; toy soldiers
i want it more than ever now
i realized that they ain't listenin'
like a princess supposed to get it
that's why i'm dustin' off my fitted
comin' back looking delicious
yes i know they wanna kiss me
now i hold them at attention
'cause new Britney's on a mission.
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